User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-7256067-20110803172201/@comment-25220117-20110803173115

''A few miles away, among the forest green, a stoat, ragged and scarred; his cloak swirling about him in the wind; designed to hide some gruesome injury from some great battle, watches the inn from afar, his paw resting the ruby-encrusted pommel of his longsword. Soon enough, that inn would be ash, and all it's inhabitants dead as the stones about them...''